Hogwarts, a Scholar Becomes a God

"You've been watching alone all night, just give me a little time."

"You're just holding the Quidditch Cup, what's the fun in that? I want to see my parents."

"Don't push me—"

Clark's first night excursion ended in the quarrel between Harry and Ron.

In the next few days, Harry became more listless and absent-minded.

The story of that night was like a seed that took root and sprouted in his heart, watered by the spring of hope, longing to be bathed in the sunshine of family affection.

Ron also noticed that something was wrong with him. Compared with Harry, who had been dependent on others since he was a child, although he was eager to succeed, he still had a happy family. The influence of the magic mirror did not actually affect him much.

"I know what you're thinking, Harry, you're thinking about that mirror, don't go there tonight."

"why?"

"I don't know. I just have a very bad feeling. That mirror is too weird... Maybe Clark is right. Even if there is such a thing as the resurrection stone, you have to calm down and learn to improve your strength .

And it's really not safe to go out at night. Filch and the professor wander around the school every night. What if they see you? What if they hit you? "

"You sound like Hermione when you say that. Don't worry, I have an invisibility cloak. It's not like you haven't tried it last time."

"I'm not kidding, Harry, really don't go. Clark, help me persuade him."

Clark didn't look up, he was designing new magic card characters based on the feedback.

Let him persuade Harry not to go? No kidding, Clark was counting on Harry to see his parents a few more times to deepen his desire to resurrect them.

What's wrong with pursuing your own happy life? He's still just a child. It's too cruel to put the burden of the savior on his immature body. Let's change someone else.

In the end, Ron still didn't persuade Harry, and now there is only one thought in his mind, and that is to go back to the mirror.

Especially after Clark said about the Resurrection Stone, it gave him hope that he didn't want to go back to his aunt's house and be beaten by his cousin again.

He just wanted to be back in that room where his mom and dad would be smiling at him and one of his grandpas would be nodding happily.

He was going to be there all night, with his own family, and nothing could stop him. Nothing!

On the third night, Clark clearly heard Harry skillfully getting out of bed and leaving the dormitory barefoot.

When Harry came to the abandoned classroom with ease, he saw the life he dreamed of in the mirror again. It would be great if he could have a resurrection stone now.

But this time, he was not alone in the classroom.

"So - you're at it again, Harry?"

Harry felt his insides freeze to ice.

He looked behind him and saw that the bearded old man sitting on an abandoned desk by the wall was none other than Albus Dumbledore.

Harry must have walked right past him just now, too eager to look in the mirror to notice Dumbledore.

"I—I didn't see you, sir." Harry's voice dropped a few notches with nervousness.

"It's strange, obviously you are wearing the invisibility cloak instead of me." Dumbledore said with a smile, as if he was not angry at all about Harry's night tour.

Harry couldn't help but be relieved to see that smile on his face that was very similar to Clark's.

"So," said Dumbledore, sliding down from the table and sitting on the floor with Harry, "you, like hundreds of others before you, have discovered the joys of the Mirror of Erised."

"You mean, it allows us to see what we most desire in our hearts? This Clark has already told us.

"Harry confessed to Clark easily.

"Yeah, our little genius is indeed very smart, and sometimes even I don't know the secrets hidden in history." Dumbledore sighed softly.

"How do you know..."

"I don't need an invisibility cloak to be invisible." Dumbledore said gently, "Clark is right. It allows us to see what we want to see most in our hearts, such as your longing for the place where you have never met." family, Ron Weasley longed to shine among his older brothers."

"And Clark," Dumbledore paused at this point, "maybe he really saw his future. Although he didn't say anything, his arrogance would tremble in front of him even if it was a magic mirror."

"However, this mirror is just a mirror. It can neither teach us knowledge nor tell us how to make choices. Obsessing with short-term happiness will only make us waste time and miss real possibilities."

"Those two friends of yours are very smart and very restrained." Dumbledore said meaningfully.

"The mirror is moving to a new place tomorrow, Harry, and I beg you not to look for it again. If you happen to see it one day, be prepared! Indulge in the unreal vision and ignore the surrounding Real people, this is sad, please remember... well, let's stop here today, why don't you put on that wonderful invisibility cloak and go back to sleep?"

Harry stood up, stopped again, he hesitated.

Dumbledore just looked at him kindly, without saying a word.

"Sir...Professor Dumbledore? May I ask you a word?"

"It goes without saying, you just did that." Dumbledore smiled, his eyes full of encouragement, "However, you can ask me another question."

"When you looked into the magic mirror, what did you see?" After experiencing a battle between heaven and man, Harry only asked a simple question.

"Me?" Dumbledore's expression didn't change, he still smiled and stood up, lifting his bright purple robe slightly towards Harry.

It was only then that Harry realized that Dumbledore, an old man who might be over a hundred years old, was dressed childishly today. He was wearing a loose purple robe. Under the purple robe, he was wearing a pair of light blue star cashmere trousers. into a pair of thick wool socks of the same colour.

"I have received what I wanted before this year, so now I just hope that you little wizards can grow up happily."

Harry tilted his head in confusion.

"Hahahaha!" Dumbledore seemed to laugh happily, reached out and rubbed Harry's head, messing Harry's soft hair.

"Okay, the last question is over, go back to sleep," said Dumbledore.

"Okay, sir." Harry nodded.

"Oh, by the way, Harry." Dumbledore stopped him again when he was about to leave.

"What is it, sir?" Harry asked over his shoulder.

"As a friend, you should find a chance... Remind our little Clark that it is good to have goals, but sometimes you also need to pay attention to ways and means. He is just a child now, and the road ahead is still very, very long ...Sometimes you choose the wrong direction, no matter how hard you try, it's useless. After all...after all..."

Dumbledore seemed a little entangled in whether to say the following words.

"After all, the dead cannot be brought back to life, Harry, you must also remember this sentence, we all have people we care about, but there is no power in this world that can bring the dead back to life.

For us, death is just another great adventure, and those who leave us have only set off for a while.

We should stop trying to pull them back! This is an old man's advice. "

The smile on Dumbledore's face was gone.

"Okay sir." Harry seemed a little lost, seemed to understand, but also seemed not to understand, just nodded, and quickly disappeared at the door of the classroom.

And when Harry disappeared, only Dumbledore was left standing blankly in front of the Mirror of Erised. The silver-white moonlight came in from the window and shone on him, making him look more like a Ghosts of old times.

Dumbledore's old bark-like face was full of loneliness and loneliness that could not be concealed, and there was no seductive look in his cloudy eyes.

"Clark...Gellert...Ariana...Harry...life...death...hey..."

A long sigh echoed in the dark classroom, but there was nothing in the mirror.